I’m done. Saturated, drenched, waterlogged, soggy – and that’s only the deck furniture. until After days of black skies, incessant and inclement rain, replete with soggy boots, socks, hats and saturated umbrellas, we all appear to be growing fins. No wonder people are beginning to feel as edgy and anxious as Joan Crawford in “Rain.”
Baby, it’s Wet Outside: Call Noah
This morning, four unsuspecting pedestrians in standing near HWY 101 – waiting for the SF Bus. A blazing SUV zoomed by them causing a puddle the size of a miniature Lake Tahoe to wash over them. Two cars stopped, in the pouring rain, to offer help to the dazed and drowned rats. They are heroes. Our other heroes are the armies of dedicated PGE workers, the school crossing guards and the Marin. Fire men/women Policemen/ women standing, in the deluge, tirelessly directing traffic.
Duck, Duck, Goose
Foul weather can instantly destroy your good looks. Within minutes you can go from ‘Looking good’ to “drowned rat or ugly duckling”. Let’s face it, meeting a date while clad in a rain hat, slicker and galoshes, while carrying a soggy umbrella – not a pretty picture.
This morning, I saw a man who looked like a Mallard. He was dressed as though he just walked out of an REI catalog. From head to toe, he was rain proof and impregnable: bold logos were on every facet of his clothing. Swarms of rain soaked humanity floated by the dry and dapper dude.
No one is tap dancing through mud puddles like Gene Kelly this last liquid while. More people are thinking about boats, canoes, kayaks – not dancing and ballrooms.
Best advice? Google: “ark.”
Oscar Wilde was right, “Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative“.
“There will be a rain dance Friday night, weather permitting.” George Carlin
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